Dominique as Gail looks at her "... there is a stage of worship which makes the worshiper himself an object of reverence."

She sat leaning back in her chair, looking ahead, knowing that he was as aware of her as she was of him. She found pleasure in the special self-consciousness it gave her. When she crossed her legs, when she leaned on her arm against the window sill, when she brushed her hair off her forehead - every movement of her body was underscored by a feeling the unadmitted words for which were: Is he seeing it?

Art is a selective re-creation of reality according to an artists metaphysical value judgments.

It's such a waste to be subtle and vicious with people who don't even know that you're being subtle and vicious

Capitalism demands the best of every man - his rationality - and rewards him accordingly. It leaves every man free to choose the work he likes, to specialize in it, to trade his product for the products of others, and to go as far on the road of achievement as his ability and ambition will carry him.

Married people dont look like they have bedrooms on their minds when they look at each other. In this world, either you're virtuous or you enjoy yourself. Not both...Not both.

The man who does not value himself, cannot value anything or anyone.